INEVER FOUND THE STRANGER. The stranger never found me...
Soon, the early morning sun would begin to stretch its light across the horizon, which would force me to set off to my home a few miles away.
I live in the middle of the forest, away from the humans. I don’t like to be around them. But if I have to, I will. And the only times I really have to are when I need their blood. But I can always drink animal blood also. It’s not like I can only drink Reckoner blood. Though, I do not prefer to kill animals for their blood. It’s rather disgusting. Then again, it’s not like it’s disgusting to murder innocent people, either.
I usually calm them before I feed from them, or make good friends with them, until they have enough trust with me alone, then I make my move.
I am rather good at fighting, also, swinging my legs to enter a blow in the face and fracturing their skull all in one second. I know many moves that even most humans don’t know of, and if they do know of them, it is utterly impossible for them to perform them.
After I get enough blood, I set them free, but not without knocking them out first, making them forget the whole thing just in case something slid past them. I always enjoy that time because the helpless human is dazed and disoriented. I cannot help but laugh at their eyes in the back of their head, unconscious.
Other than all of that, sometimes I look back at the people that I have actually killed, and feel sad and guilty. Strange for such a Sorceress like me. I should not feel pity for the ones I have brutally murdered, because I have done it many times before. I should get angry at myself for the innocent lives I have destroyed; such as my own.
But no matter how many Reckoners I kill, I never ever get tired of it. And probably never will.
As I began to set off in the direction of my house near the city, I couldn’t stop thinking about the stranger that I could not find. Was it Shiva? If not, then who? …Another Sorceress that I do not know about?
Should it be true, either it must mean Shiva has successfully performed reincarnation and changed others to our kind, or either it may be a totally different species from another country, trying to hunt me down, or hunt itself down?
I reached my home that was surrounded by the dark forest of Spirit Lake, Idaho, where no one shall ever know that an immortal lurks in their small town.
My black taunting eyes scan the outside of the house that is now lit from the rising sun. My house is made out of dark wood. Yeah, I pretty much live in a cabin. Oddly enough, I like it. It’s sort of the homey feeling that I need and want.
The black door is tall and wide, almost taking up the whole front side.
The fragile branches on the trees stretch their way and scratch the few windows, screeching from the high winds that blows its way through their luminous finger-like resemblance.
I opened the door as the fresh smell of my scent overflows my nostrils: sweet like the pines that cover the trees, and burnt like the flames that lick the bark; my home.
The house I live in is fairly small; one bedroom and a small living room is all I need, for I do not use the bathroom or eat human food. Though I can choose to eat human food, I prefer not too. It’s rather unsatisfying and disgusting.
Neither do I need a yard; the wondrous forest is perfect.
I step inside. The wooden walls act like air conditioning, making the inside nice and cool. My hair swishes from behind me when the air makes its sudden exit as soon as I open the door. My sharp eyes scan around swiftly; everything was in place: the small couch in front of the Television was exactly how I had left it yesterday night. The tan walls had the same plain glow to them. The picture of
Sighing, I went to go near the window that is to the left.
When I reached it, I peeked through the blinds to see outside—I don’t like too much light in my house. It bothers me.
Out of the corner of my eye, about a mile or so away, I saw two bodies—one had their back to me, while the other was facing in my direction. The one facing me was a large and muscular male, and the other a small weak female. The male had soft, sandy-colored hair that traveled down the nape of his neck. His cold black eyes piercing, yet they seemed soft and innocent. His pale olive-y skin tone shone in the light.
The female had dark red hair that flowed down her back like the flames of fire. Her skin was a lot like my skin tone, a whitish pale. She had long legs that would be helpful with running far distances, and long boney arms. I was suddenly jealous of her.
I estimated them both, at the least, of one-hundred years of age. Maybe a bit more.
I could not help but peek in on their conversation.
“Well what would you like to do, Sebastian? Just sit around here and wait for her to move somewhere else, so we can’t find her? We need that damn necklace! Or you know what Somasundara must do!” The female snapped impatiently, spitting in the male’s face. I got alarmed by her harshness. They were talking about Lord Shiva—He was also known by that name. But what really set me off it when she spoke of the necklace that they needed
I always kept a silver pendant around my neck that my father had given to me when I was still a Reckoner; and young. It was my prized possession by far. It’s shaped like a guitar pick, but only a bit smaller, and its real silver—not the fake kind that turns your skin all green. It was hung on a delicate chain around my neck—and I have never taken it off.
Why did they need this? More importantly, why were they talking about my necklace?
“What is your problem, Enyo? You are always so annoyed with me.” Sebastian declared, changing the subject abruptly, surly not afraid of the girl. His voice had a tint of an old English accent to it when he spoke. I took a liking to this male quickly.
“What is my problem?” Enyo continued, “What is my problem?!” She repeated angrily. “You are my problem!” She poked a skinny finger onto his broad chest, “You joke around to much. It aggravates me. A lot,” She growled through clenched teeth.
“That is your problem.” He snickered smartly. I could see him smiling sheepishly. His light pink lips stretched over his white teeth that glistened like crystals. It’s as if he seemed to enjoy her annoyance towards him. I couldn’t help but chuckle at this.
Their debate went on for a good mere fifteen minutes, until Enyo started to get extremely agitated with Sebastian and ambled in the direction of the my house, leaving him behind with a annoyed yet surprised look on his face. I could hear Enyo mumbling something too low for me to hear like, “God, for once, I wish he would just shut up!”
I got a bit excited then, and braced myself for a good bloodbath. I knew for a fact that I had to destroy them. But what if they destroyed me first? I guess I’ll just have to find out for myself…
I head out the door and start to run towards the two. I have no idea what I may run into, but I know it could end badly. Before I left, I didn’t forget to snatch myself a few extra blades and a pistol just in case. It’s not so easy to kill a vampire. You either have to puncture their heart multiple times with a dagger, ultimately damaging it to a point where it explodes, or put a few bullets in their brain, making it dysfunctional, unable to think right, and go crazy to the point where they die. I never really enjoy them going crazy though. It is sort of saddening to me. But, yeah, it is not a pleasant way to end either way.
I can’t help but think of what may happen if Shiva must be alive and thriving again. Could it be the end? …Or just the beginning of the end? I will never know.
At least, I don’t think I will.
